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But now the clouds in airy tumult fly; The sun, emerging, opes an azure sky; A fresher green the smiling leaves display, And glittering as they tremble, cheer the day. - [Morning] Let those love now, who never loved before, Let those who always loved, now love the more. - [Proverbs] No real happiness is found In trailing purple o'er the ground. - [Dress] Now sunk the sun; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober grey; Nature in silence bid the world repose. - [Night] Remote from man, with God he passed the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise. - [Retirement] Solitude's the nurse of woe. - [Solitude] The very thoughts of change I hate, As much as of despair; Nor ever covet to be great, Unless it be for her. - [Proposals] Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God. - A Night-Piece on Death (l. 67) [Death] We call it only pretty Fanny's way. - An Elegy to an Old Beauty [Manners] Let time that makes you homely, make you sage. - An Elegy to an Old Beauty (l. 35) [Time] Then in a kiss she breath'd her various arts, Of trifling prettily with wounded hearts; A mind for love, but still a changing mind; The lisp affected, and the glance design'd; The sweet confusing blush, the secret wink, The gentle-swimming walk, the courteous sink; The stare for strangeness fit, for scorn the frown For decent yielding, looks declining down; The practised languish, where well-feign'd desire Would own its melting in a mutual fire; Gay smiles to comfort; April showers to move; And all the nature, all the art of love. - Hesiod; Or, the Rise of Woman [Coquette] Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well, Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days; Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise. - The Hermit [Solitude] At length some pity warm'd the master's breast ('Twas then, his threshold first receiv'd a guest), Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care, And half he welcomes in the shivering pair. - The Hermit (l. 97) [Pity] Let those love now who never lov'd before, Let those who always loved now love the more. - Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris, (ancient poem) (author unknown) [Love] Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But still be a woman to you. - When thy Beauty Appears [Women]
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